Prelude
Setting: A large city on Ganymede, the frigid moon of Jupiter, and Jet Black's home.
James walked the down street shivering. It was always cold on Ganymede, and James' thin coat wasn't nearly enough to push back the frigid air. Teeth chattering, the twelve year old boy looked around the quiet neighborhood looking for a place to get warm. He didn't have a safe place to go, and didn't want to go back to his abusive foster parents. His brown eyes scanned the buildings nearest to him, and they stopped at an electronics shop with TV's in the window. One of the TV's was showing a movie with seven cowboys led by a bald man defending a town of Mexican peasants from marauders. James had always been a big fan of westerns, and the whole idea of the law versus the outlaws. He walked up to the glass and leaned his head against it to watch.
He had only been watching the movie for a few minutes when he heard gun shots ring out from a building across the street. James turned around and saw that the shots had come from inside the city bank. He ran across the steet excitedly to get a better view, hoping to view an actual bank robbery, just like in the movies. He cupped his hands around his face to look inside, and saw three men in grey trenchcoats with machine guns holding up the store. The boys eyes lit up, and he watched the scene unfold. One of the men holding up the store yelled something at all the people in the bank, but James couldn't hear it. Then he noticed a man in a blue suit next to the robbers who wasn't on the ground like the rest of the customers. The man yelled something at one of the robbers, and they got into an argument. One of the other robbers kept glancing nervously at the exit, and was shaking the entire time. James watched in awe as the robber arguing swung his machine gun at the blue suit man's head, but blue suit man leaned away from the swing and kicked his foot up into the robbers elbow, knocking the machine gun away. The robber grabbed his elbow in pain and fell to the floor.
James then heard footsteps approaching from behind him, and jerked his head around to see who was approaching. He saw a large, tall man with a cybernetic arm walking towards the bank. The man walked past James and stood in front of the door inside.
"You better clear out, kid. You might get hurt hangin' around hear," said the man in a deep, commanding voice. James didn't listen to him, and turned back to watch the robbery. James was surprised to see one of the robbers bolting for the door, and he turned his eyes to see what the large man would do. Just as the fleeing robber approached the door to open it, the tall man swung the door open violently. The robber was hit in the face and knocked unconsious by the blow. James watched wide eyed as the man walked into the bank, pulled out a handgun, and leveled it directly at the remaining robber's back. The robber must have heard the man behind him, because he dropped his machine gun and held his hands in the air. The man in the blue suit smirked, and kicked the robber in the face, knocking him down to ground out cold.
James watched the entire scene mesmerized. Here was a personification of what westerns were all about. The two men had quickly dispactched the three outlaws as they were robbing a bank, just like in the movies. The good guys were always there to save the town, and everyone looked up to them. They never died, they never got angry, and they were always there. Looking at the man in the blue suit and the man with the cybernetic arm, James knew they were heroes.
But James was snapped out of his day dream by the siren of approaching cops. not wanting to be implicated in this crime scene, he started to walk nonchalantly away acting like nothing had happened. He decided to keep an eye on the two guys, so he took up a position not too far away and waited for them to come out from a safe distance.
Setting: A large city on Ganymede, the frigid moon of Jupiter, and Jet Black's home.
James walked the down street shivering. It was always cold on Ganymede, and James' thin coat wasn't nearly enough to push back the frigid air. Teeth chattering, the twelve year old boy looked around the quiet neighborhood looking for a place to get warm. He didn't have a safe place to go, and didn't want to go back to his abusive foster parents. His brown eyes scanned the buildings nearest to him, and they stopped at an electronics shop with TV's in the window. One of the TV's was showing a movie with seven cowboys led by a bald man defending a town of Mexican peasants from marauders. James had always been a big fan of westerns, and the whole idea of the law versus the outlaws. He walked up to the glass and leaned his head against it to watch.
He had only been watching the movie for a few minutes when he heard gun shots ring out from a building across the street. James turned around and saw that the shots had come from inside the city bank. He ran across the steet excitedly to get a better view, hoping to view an actual bank robbery, just like in the movies. He cupped his hands around his face to look inside, and saw three men in grey trenchcoats with machine guns holding up the store. The boys eyes lit up, and he watched the scene unfold. One of the men holding up the store yelled something at all the people in the bank, but James couldn't hear it. Then he noticed a man in a blue suit next to the robbers who wasn't on the ground like the rest of the customers. The man yelled something at one of the robbers, and they got into an argument. One of the other robbers kept glancing nervously at the exit, and was shaking the entire time. James watched in awe as the robber arguing swung his machine gun at the blue suit man's head, but blue suit man leaned away from the swing and kicked his foot up into the robbers elbow, knocking the machine gun away. The robber grabbed his elbow in pain and fell to the floor.
James then heard footsteps approaching from behind him, and jerked his head around to see who was approaching. He saw a large, tall man with a cybernetic arm walking towards the bank. The man walked past James and stood in front of the door inside.
"You better clear out, kid. You might get hurt hangin' around hear," said the man in a deep, commanding voice. James didn't listen to him, and turned back to watch the robbery. James was surprised to see one of the robbers bolting for the door, and he turned his eyes to see what the large man would do. Just as the fleeing robber approached the door to open it, the tall man swung the door open violently. The robber was hit in the face and knocked unconsious by the blow. James watched wide eyed as the man walked into the bank, pulled out a handgun, and leveled it directly at the remaining robber's back. The robber must have heard the man behind him, because he dropped his machine gun and held his hands in the air. The man in the blue suit smirked, and kicked the robber in the face, knocking him down to ground out cold.
James watched the entire scene mesmerized. Here was a personification of what westerns were all about. The two men had quickly dispactched the three outlaws as they were robbing a bank, just like in the movies. The good guys were always there to save the town, and everyone looked up to them. They never died, they never got angry, and they were always there. Looking at the man in the blue suit and the man with the cybernetic arm, James knew they were heroes.
But James was snapped out of his day dream by the siren of approaching cops. not wanting to be implicated in this crime scene, he started to walk nonchalantly away acting like nothing had happened. He decided to keep an eye on the two guys, so he took up a position not too far away and waited for them to come out from a safe distance.
